You are laughing too loud. You realize it must be scaring your enemy, because no one wants to face you on the frontline anymore. They think you are crazed. Maybe you are, because the adrenaline of being in a battle has left you feeling drunk with exhilaration.

If no one will come to you, it’s time to bring the fight to them! One poor soldier desperately strikes at you and you feel the thud of his sword against your Celtic Lamellar, but it hardly makes a scratch. You see the terror in his eyes as your laugh fills the field and you bring the strength of your axe down upon him.